Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, the Truckee's waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies
Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely call
It was there that I "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and come to town in
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the looked kinda treed,
the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Their was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
They him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous
His feet were animated an' a mighty, sight,
When he to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the vine 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, the round-up- Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Christmas Ball

tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just the cake with me.
I'm sick of shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, Windy leads the show,
seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."